An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

The muse  flings words  and they are  showering stories all over the world  each one takes  a different flavor depending on where they all land  but now  they all have  the same kind  of general theme

The shepherd  is struck  by melancholy as he looks over his sizable flock  lambs newly born  will grow up  to grace the plates  of an uncaring  bunch of nobles  but at least  they will know  love and care  in their brief  lifetimes

The goddess  of cats  surrounded  by purring  felines who gather at their bowls every day only the best fills their stomachs the fresh cream sates their thirst they pull her chariot willingly lie in her arms for comfort they are quick  to defend her  should she  be threatened  their claws  rend flesh  and bone  asunder do not disdain the lady of cats for she has the power.  

Set up all  the folding chairs for a grand ceremony  an ending to an era  walk across the stage  so many memories  good and bad  some surrounded by loved ones others walk alone today is the first day  of the rest of your life savor the accomplishment  before starting again and this becomes just one chapter of your life.

The petals  from the blossom  drift down lazily  with the spring breeze  and land softly  on the grass  in a curtain  of pink and peach  and white  like colorful snow  on verdant carpet branches wave in the air still holding unopened buds not ready to arrive yet.

awash in  numbness  I see life  through a  fuzzy lens  push through  fatigue  and a sense  of helplessness  that threatens  to overwhelm  my mind swim in molasses I need to plan every move to conserve energy to think and decide what what is more important but at the  end of the day I have nothing left.